The Death of the Would-be Author Ch. III
Fiction by Simon Rowat | Benzo. Gun. Zip restraints, at the ready. There’s no innocent explanation for any of this. It’s a break and entry. Pure and simple.
read moreFiction by Simon Rowat | Benzo. Gun. Zip restraints, at the ready. There’s no innocent explanation for any of this. It’s a break and entry. Pure and simple.
read moreFiction by Simon Rowat | I re-enter the study and step over his writhing body and center myself with a long inhalation by his writing desk before creaking grandly into his leather armchair. My anger has subsided
read moreFiction by Simon Rowat | “Delivery for Mr O’Brien.” “Yeah? I wasn’t expecting anything.” His eyes fall on the large cardboard box in my hands and his face contorts in confusion. I can’t stop myself from saying, rather ominously, “No — you weren’t, were you.”
read moreEssay by Simon Rowat | In which your intrepid writer provides an overview of the state of play in the legacy literary world, knocking over a few of their sacred cows along the way, before going on to propose a movement in which we, society’s male, pale, and stale cast offs may turn a negative into a positive and finally start pushing back against the gatekeepers of Wokeopia
read moreBook Extract by Simon Rowat | In the novel’s tense opening chapter, a family is torn apart by some particularly odd goings on in the night
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